Lyrics:
that downtown dive
Every Saturday night
For fifty cents we'd dance all night long
And each new tune we said that's our song
Oh it felt so right
Well
it seems
Rage inside, pride, been denied respect
He can't take it though he gotta earn it
But he ain't learned that yet
Out
No I ain't had nothing to drink
I knew that's probably what you'd think
If I stopped by this time of night
Remember way back when
I promised you I'd
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phones no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing brooms buys
will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm
right), oh
I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang-bang (goddamn)
At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, damn it, damn it
And I'm still
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
You beer money, I'm all year money
I'm popping, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
Rain keeps pelting
But it ain't no one's fault
Not like it was before
All crime and no more law
Two thousand fifty-four
Not like it was before
right
In the club stay crunk right
Drama pop it pop the trunk
Get the punk right, ride
I am did, most incredible
I ain't disrespect, and just spittin' my
the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin
If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent
My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
If I Go In The Club Son, And Niggas Start Dumbin'
Start Shootin N' I Ain't Straped, Fuck It, I'm Runnin'
[50 Cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga
wife
I ain't never had a problem
With going for dough
I did a Jordan in the box I grew it myself
I go up and down like a merry go round
Visions
hard to handle, now
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little babe,
Hahahaha
Ayyo, 50
What I tell you?
We ain't even have to say shit
They did it, ha-ha
Monkey see, monkey do
Don't ever make the first move,
give us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Finally made
us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Finally made the plane
Fifty acorns tied in a sack.
The men from the press said we wish you success,
It's good to have the both of you back.
Christ! You know it ain't easy,
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